Supreme K. From the A. - BILLIE JEAN

Uh
Bitch
Pockets full of green, look like listerine
Look
Pockets full of green, look like listerine
Finna bust down a Billie Jean before I hit the scene
You not fully clean, I'm zestfully clean
Bad bitch
She the same color as sesame seeds
Double eight
That's why I do it, only two reasons
SK
Bitch it's my time
It's a new season
I just, pulled up on gang
In a new demon
I might, hit me a lick, that shit be too easy
Wrist bling, Billie Jean, silly me
I go hard as hell, is you kidding me?
I be stunting on niggas, literally
I been to the breesh since a little me
Damn
Maan
What do it look like?
I got to put the twenty three's on, or it don't look right
I been stacking up on my ones, to a good a height
Been working out on my jabs, and a hook right
They just hit the bank for a stain, and got it sent over
They ask me if I'm getting plays
Tell them I been open
I haven't hit my bitch in two days
Tell her bend over
If she want to spice the shit up
Then bring a friend over, bitch
Straight up out the A. but I been out the way
You say my name then say it with a K. before I hit your face
Feel like I'm Tay K, I just did a race
Knowing me I'm down to cop a zip before I cop a eighth, damn
Already told you
I'm a big dog
He fucked his bag up for a bitch
I know he pissed off
Wake up getting straight to this money til I'm a big boss
I'm more worried bout what I'm buying not what the shit cost
Who is you niggas?
They is not me
You niggas cannot keep it a stack and that shit is not P.
Amiri jeans, cost me a rack, I could've got three
You niggas want the sauce for the wave that shit not free, bitch

Written by:
Marquel Harvey

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